Temple of the Mist

She lay on an island of rock warming near a fire as the world slowly stopped spinning around her. There was no one about, but if this was Neeria, she figured it would be the Keepers who kept the fires lit. It had been a long time since she’d turned up in Neeria. She couldn’t…

At the edge of the lake stood an unusual tree. No one knew who had planted it centuries ago, but ever since it had been discovered, pilgrims had been making the treacherous journey to it. Under the tree were three ancient portal spheres. To stare into them was to awaken the soul. She stood staring,…

Writer’s Prompt: She wiped the stinging sweat out of her eyes and slapped an insect on her arm before it could bite her. The air hummed with life. She studied the temple hidden here, concealed by the jungle. It was a day’s hike from the nearest unsuspecting village. More than one person had given her…

She watched. One with the forest. One with the trees. She waited. There were those who worshipped her. There were those who would have slain her. But she was not to be underestimated. She was as old as the mountains, and wiser than most. Hardy fools searching the wilds for aught to exploit should have…

Writer’s Prompt: “Don’t you go lookin’”. The tavernkeeper had said. She’d eyed him doubtfully and slid her hand off the counter leaving behind a golden shilling. Her pint was the merest fraction of its worth. “You won’t find em ’round here. They prefer solitude in the old high places.” “The old high places?” “To the…